Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.